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About Naples

Me, Gollum, sees the shadows, yesss. Girls in there, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—ugh, tricksy! Once heard a tale—some lass in Amsterdam’s red district, she hid a bleedin’ fortune under floorboards. Coppers never found it—hah! Sneaky, sneaky, makes me grin. But—grrr—pimps, them’s the worst! Struttin’ round, actin’ big, makes me wanna claw somethin’.

THIS IS NOT A BROTHEL

Mar 3,  · In this guide I weigh up the pros (those pastel harbours and family-run restaurants) against the quirks of island life, sharing my honest take on this tiny Bay of Naples gem after Missing: brothel.

I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ the heat. I grabbed my tools and headed out. The streets of Procida are like a maze, ya know? I mean, you got Via Roma, all colorful and bustling, and then you turn a corner and boom! You’re in a quiet alley, like Via Salita. It’s like the city’s playin’ hide and seek with ya.

The tiny southern Italian island you've never heard of